Today on the way to the post office to sell some things I’d sold on eBay, I noticed that they have torn down the old school next to the JB Earp Football Stadium. In lots of ways this is sad, because it’s a historical building. It’s the original school. A few years ago, they tore down the gymnasium building to the east of it to make parking space. It would have been nice if folks around town had the money to restore and save the old school building but I guess not. It’s a pile of rubble now. I never went to school there and I don’t really know anyone who did, but it’s always been there. It’s visible in some of my older carnival pictures I have posted on My Space. I am not exactly sure what the motivation behind the condemnation of the building actually is.
I also noted, much to my chagrin, that the building that is right next to Lois Brown’s bail bonds office has been turned into a fitness center. It sat empty and was the home of The Bargain Center ( a rent to own furniture and appliance store) for quite a while. I’m not opposed to the fitness center but can’t for the life of me fathom why someone thought it was necessary to paint over the mural of a lone cowboy cooking over a campfire as his horse looked on. This had been painted many years ago and is reminiscent of days gone by when Thomas Hart Benton painted a lot of murals similar to this in Missouri towns. I just know that when I was very small, Brown’s Bail Bonds office wasn’t always a bail bonds office. It was a diner. The family would come to Jay on business quite often when I was little, plus my mom would have doctor’s appointments here in Jay. We lived in Bernice but my brother was born at Jay Memorial Hospital. (There isn’t a Jay Memorial Hospital anymore now either. That is the present-day Indian clinic.) After she would get finished getting her checkups, we would stop there and I would order a cheeseburger and a malt. That cowboy would grace the entrance of the little cafe and whoever decided to give the building a fresh coat of paint just made that cowboy mural but a memory. It’s still there of course, but buried beneath white paint to match the rest of the building. I am glad I got photos of that when I still could too.
These changes are a reminder that nothing in this world is permanent and we should embrace even the little things with each passing day, for you never know when a time will come when it will be no more.